HELLO EVERYONE! :)

So this came out a lot sooner than expected, and I AM EXCITED! :D :D :D Oh, guys, I wanted to tell you that I've decided to write Season 3B in Journal Format, because honestly, I don't have any idea how I'd write Defenders of the Wing Part 2 without diverting from canon plot. So, everything's going to be the same, except it's going to start with a small introduction for Hiccup's "journal entry." You'll see what I mean as soon as you get into the story. :)

Also, some of you guys may have noticed that I took all the Season 3B episode summaries off my profile, and well, that's because I honestly have no idea where I'm going to go with this. The previous summaries I have will all be written; I just don't know the order in which they'll come. I kind of feel like I'm starting to get dragged out of my interest for the HTTYD fandom again, and I don't want that to happen.

Anyways, I'll update this story at my usual pace; however, I don't know when the next "episode" will come out after this, so be patient with me, 'kay? XD Anyways, enjoy chapter 1 of "Blind Man's Bluff"! XD

In all my years of a dragon rider, we've come across a lot of interesting people, dragons, and even tribes. Frankly, it's pretty incredible. The world is so big, and there's just so much out there that hasn't been explored.

For this reason, me, Astrid, Fishlegs, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, and Snotlout, and even some of the other dragon riders, like the ones from Astrid's A-Team, have decided to record the stories of some of our favorite adventures as we explored this big world. We're doing this so the people of future generations won't forget the incredibility of the world around them.

Unfortunately, due to a certain Ruffnut and Tuffnut, these events may or may not be one hundred percent accurate. We're all going to be taking turns with the charcoal, so I really can't promise a whole lot of accuracy on the part of the twins.

Anyways, without further adieu, let's begin.

This should be interesting.

-H. H. H. III

...

In the shadows of the trees, hiding, crouching, was a dragon. The dragon's red scales were hidden well behind the autumn, red-yellow leaves of the bushes, and only its eyes would be visible to a passerby. The dragon's bright yellow eyes, pupils narrowed into slits, squinted through the trees, towards the buildings, bathed in bright sunlight, nearby.

The dragon narrowed its eyes.

…

"Come on, come on, one more!" said Tuffnut, standing on a mace, balancing on one foot. On his head, over his helmet, Ruffnut had stacked dozens of axe heads, swords, and hammers, that were swaying precariously as Tuffnut lost and regained his balance.

Ruffnut pulled a stool over and leapt on it, a mace in hand. She still had to stand on her tiptoes to balance the final mace on Tuffnut's head. "Now, hold it, hold it…" said Ruffnut, jumping backwards off the stool and walking away slowly, watching Tuffnut at all times. "Hold it...wait for it…"

She listened. Footsteps thumped against the floorboards, directly outside the door; Tuffnut was standing just behind the doorway, inside the Clubhouse.

"Aaaannndd…" said Ruffnut, pausing; the door cracked open- "NOW!"

Tuffnut jerked his head backwards, and the dozens of weapons that had been balanced over his head toppled towards the ground, directly in front of the open door. Snotlout, who had just been about to step foot in the Clubhouse, screamed indignantly and leapt backwards.

"LOOOOKKKIIIII'D!" cheered the twins, and they cackled in triumph.

"Oh, you should have seen the look on your face!" laughed Tuffnut, and he slapped his knee. "I will remember that forever."

"Come on, guys! Seriously!?" snapped Snotlout, stepping over the weapons to get into the Clubhouse. Behind him, Hookfang growled at the weapons, and then, lifted his ember eyes to glare at the twins. Ruffnut and Tuffnut, undaunted, gathered up the weapons and carried them to the other side of the room, where they dumped them in a large chest and shut the lid.

"Does Hiccup know you have those?" Fishlegs' voice asked, and he stepped into the Clubhouse, Meatlug following him apprehensively, as if expecting more weapons to drop out of nowhere.

"Um, we're hoping he doesn't," said Tuffnut.

"Yeah, we stole them from the armory when no one was looking," said Ruffnut.

"You shouldn't have done that!" said Fishlegs, shocked. "Those weapons need to stay in the armory where we can grab them in case of an attack! If you keep moving them around, no one will know where they are when they need them!"

"Okay, okay, sheesh, chill out, Fishlegs," said Tuffnut, putting forward his hands. "We, for one, are against getting killed, remember? In which case, we will return the weapons to the armory...later."

Fishlegs gave them a pointed look.

"Okay, fine! Now!" said Tuffnut, and he leapt off the chest, threw open the lid, and hauled an armful of weapons outside. Ruffnut grabbed another armful and followed her brother out, dropping a dagger or two along the way.

Fishlegs sighed. "What are we going to do with those two?" he moaned.

"If you ask me, Fishlegs," said Snotlout, scratching his chin, "this could be an opportunity for us."

"Um...it could be?" said Fishlegs nervously.

"Of course it could be!" said Snotlout, grinning. "If they want to Loki us, well, I say we Loki them right back!" He pounded his fist into his open palm for emphasis. Fishlegs was a bit more cautious.

"No, Snotlout," he said.

"Oh, come on!" said Snotlout. "I need your brains, Fishlegs! We will prank the twins into oblivion before they know what number comes after three! Please?"

Fishlegs looked on hesitantly. "I guess...as long as we don't really prank the twins into oblivion," said Fishlegs, twiddling his thumbs.

"Great!" said Snotlout, grinning. "Then let's get to work! I have some great ideas!"

…

Toothless and Stormfly soared over the forests of Dragon's Edge. Nearby Night Terrors scattered from tree branches and leapt into the sky, spreading their wings and soaring alongside the Night Fury and Deadly Nadder.

Astrid, mounted on Stormfly, surveyed the ground below with a hand on her forehead to shield her eyes from the light of the bright sun. "I don't see any Berserkers," she called over to Hiccup on Toothless. "Or hunters!"

"In which case," said Hiccup, "I think we're good! We'll double back around, check the ocean one last time, and then head back to the Edge!"

Astrid nodded, and the duo turned their dragons and shot over the ocean. Waves crashed against each other, and the rocky shores were covered in seaweed and seashells.

"The tide's coming in," said Astrid, pointing ahead. "There are a few waves coming towards us. They shouldn't make it to the base, but they'll mess up the shores quite a bit."

"As long as no one's on the shores when that happens," said Hiccup, "I don't think we need to worry about it. What we do need to worry about, is Dagur and his Berserkers. Not to mention dragon hunters."

Astrid nodded. "Right," she said. "We should check around those sea stacks and make sure they aren't trying to sneak up on us."

"Good plan," said Hiccup, and the dragons soared on, circled around the nearest sea stacks and, when the oceans were deemed free of enemy ships, headed back to the Edge.

…

Snotlout finished tying off a rope to a tree branch that hung over the twins' hut, and then, grinning fiendishly, headed off to find Fishlegs. Fishlegs was encamped behind the twins' residence, still looking unbelievably nervous.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Snotlout?" said Fishlegs. "I mean, I don't think Hiccup and Astrid would approve of this."

"Since when do Hiccup and Astrid approve of any of my ideas?" said Snotlout hotly, crouching beside Fishlegs. "And besides, the twins love Lokis, don't they? If they like pranks, they'll love this one."

Fishlegs swallowed thickly. It was really too late to back out of it, and even if he did, Snotlout certainly wouldn't.

And so they waited.

And then, it happened.

"And then, the chicken said, 'would that be one lump, or two'?" Tuffnut recounted a joke to Ruffnut inside their hut, and Ruffnut laughed, reaching her hand towards the door. But when she pushed it open, Snotlout's trap was triggered, and a large bucket, hung over their door, was tipped, and the twins were drenched from head to toe in golden, sticky something.

"Oh, great, what is this?" said Ruffnut, holding up her hand. "This stuff is nasty."

Tuffnut, in a moment of brilliance, licked his finger. "Huh," he said. "That's weird, it tastes like honey." He paused, licked it again, and frowned. "It is honey!" he decided.

Behind the hut, Snotlout's triumphant cackling could be heard, and though Fishlegs didn't want to, he, too, found himself laughing. The twins stomped over, their steps slow due to the amount of honey that had been dumped over them, and when they came to the back of their residence, they crossed their arms.

"LOKI'D!" laughed Snotlout, barely able to get the word out due to his hysterical laughter. "If only you could see how you look right now! You'd be laughing, too!"

Ruffnut, growling angrily, flicked her hand; a large blob of honey flung at Snotlout, shutting up his laughing by splatting right in his face. Snotlout wasn't laughing now, but the twins certainly would. In fact, they laughed so hard they were doubled over, clutching their ribs.

"HEY!" protested Snotlout.

"Do we really need to say it, dear brother?" asked Ruffnut to her twin.

"I think we do," said Tuffnut, grinning.

And then, together: "LOKI'D!"

They sauntered off, high-fiving, splattering more honey wherever they went. Snotlout growled under his breath and, without even thinking about what he was doing, tackled the twins to the ground.

"Hey!" Tuffnut protested, and then, he realized something.

He was covered in honey.

Grinning fiendishly, right around the same time Snotlout realized his mistake and tried to escape, Tuffnut smeared honey all over Snotlout's face. When Snotlout tried to make a break for it, Ruffnut grabbed him by the wrist and tackled him herself.

Needless to say, Snotlout's prank had turned on him.

And poor Fishlegs watched, and he laughed harder than ever, feeling somewhat remorseful for helping Snotlout in his prank, and somewhat thrilled because Snotlout's prank had turned the tides.

…

Toothless and Stormfly shot through the air like arrows, back towards Dragon's Edge. The sight they came back to was both hilarious and disturbing.

"WHAT in the NAME OF…?" Hiccup stuttered helplessly for a moment, and then, zeroing down on Toothless, landed beside the mess of honey, Snotlout, Ruffnut, and Tuffnut. Astrid landed Stormfly beside him, and both riders dismounted, approaching Fishlegs for answers.

"Fishlegs, what is happening?" Astrid said, gesturing in the direction of the three wrestling Loki'ers, covered from head to toe in amber-colored honey.

"I wish I could say this was the weirdest thing they've done," said Hiccup, "but honestly, Fishlegs. Why are they…" He didn't exactly know how to describe what he was seeing.

But Fishlegs understood. He sighed. "The twins took the weapons from the armory this morning and used them to prank Snotlout," he said. "So, Snotlout wanted revenge, and...well...that happened."

"Right…" said Hiccup. "Okay...that makes sense to someone...Snotlout! Ruffnut! Tuffnut!" he shouted, and they stopped wrestling instantly, finally realizing Hiccup and Astrid had arrived.

"Oh," they said in unison, and like little kids who had been caught red-handed sneaking a cookie from the cookie jar, they stood up, looking down.

Hiccup crossed his arms, as did Astrid beside him.

"We've told you, Loki'ing is nothing but trouble," said Astrid furiously. "Do you know how hard it is to find honey? I mean, honestly. We need it for medical purposes."

Snotlout pointed a honey-dripping finger at Fishlegs. "His idea," he accused.

"It was not!" protested Fishlegs, taking a step backwards just in case Snotlout decided to honey-coat Fishlegs, too. "It was your idea!"

"But you approved!" snapped Snotlout.

"It doesn't matter whose idea it was, or who approved!" Hiccup said, before his friends could really start yelling at each other. "You three," he gestured to Snotlout and the twins, "go to the lagoon and wash up. You'll be taking patrol for the rest of the day as punishment."

Growling under their breaths, but not arguing, Snotlout, Ruffnut, and Tuffnut headed off, sulking.

"Hiccup, I'm sorry," said Fishlegs. "I did approve."

"I get it, Fishlegs," said Hiccup.

"But, if you want something to quench your guilt," said Astrid, jabbing her thumb over her shoulder, "you can clear the honey off the ground."

Fishlegs nodded eagerly. "And I'll never listen to Snotlout again," Fishlegs decided.

"I'm glad," said Hiccup. "And I'll definitely be having a little talk with the twins about the weapons from the armory."

"You would think," said Astrid, "after all the times people have tried to look for us and hunt us, they would know better than to use our weapons without asking."

Fishlegs nodded in agreement and got to work on clearing away the rest of the honey. Meatlug watched him in curiosity. Hiccup and Astrid, meanwhile, turned and left with their dragons to the Clubhouse.